Reflections fade, but pain remains,
I touch the cracks — they whisper names.
A thousand faces, none are mine,
I’m lost between the fault lines.
Can’t escape the sight I see,
The monster looking back is me…
Shattered light, a fragile ghost,
I built this cage I fear the most—
Broken… Mirror…
Can’t fix what’s already gone—
Broken… Mirror…
I fade when the lights turn on.
Every shard a memory,
Cut too deep — now I bleed me.
Can’t see who I’ve become—
Can’t see… can’t see… can’t see…
My shadow moves before I do,
Haunting halls of deja vu.
Every lie, a silver thread,
Binding me to what I said.
I scream but no one hears,
Drowned beneath the shattered years.
The silence echoes clear—
You were never really here.
Broken… Mirror…
I am all I fear—
Broken… Mirror…
Truth is crystal-clear.
The cracks will set me free,
In ruin, I’ll find what’s real.
No mask, no memory—
Just light beneath the steel.
Pieces fall like ash from sky,
I watch myself dissolve, then rise.
Every break — a brand new frame,
I wear my scars, I keep my name.
Broken… Mirror…
I am what I’ve become.
Broken… Mirror…
And I’m not the only one…
About the Creator
Stephanie Wright
Survivor. Advocate. Seeker. A woman on a mission to slowly unveil the mysteries of family and the cosmic unknown through the power of storytelling.


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